the nearness of you 

Dear Martha,

I’m sure

your hands were full

of love

as you kneaded,

stirred,

prepared:

The clearest expression

you could find.

And yet you saw

a foreign

way of love

in your sister

stationed at his feet.

Silence was not

an option

for your craving heart.

He had to see

you were tending to his needs.

You spoke your bruised heart,

he answered with truth

in love.

Needing him was,

and is,

always purpose enough.

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